Limit Breaker

"I'm back……."

"Hey, isn't everyone behind a woman?"

"Those women made this weapon?"

"How can that be? We'll have a separate tech team."

All the terrorists... No, all but one came in armed with power suits to talk about their anxiety.

Nevertheless, the anxiety couldn't be relieved, as I had a feeling that the power suits made by the people who could make these weapons would have tremendous performance, and that they would cause a tremendous catastrophe if they were to riot inside the base.

As we get closer to the terrorist base, the man in front of us stops moving as he raises his hand and sends a stop sign.

"I put away the total number of three Taiji dramas! What is your answer? Attack or talk!"

When Jin Woo raised his voice and spoke under duress, the terrorists took precautions in case of an incident.

"If you say you want us to disarm ourselves! If only our engineers believed in that toy-like weapon made out of grass and persecuted this side! From that moment on, you will meet as an enemy! Winston Churchill's massacre is just a kid's prank, and I'm gonna make you feel real good about it!"

Since it is the meeting place between the leaders, Jin Woo also abandoned playfulness and said in a intimidating tone while living a sincere life.

Syric Sirka sighed in anxiety as he watched several terrorists who threatened him and misbehaved with the British genocide, the most painful of the wounds.

'Much more oppressive and violent than I thought. Plus, I have a confident voice that I can do it anytime.'

This is where he got himself into trouble.

Bow your heads and greet them, or resist his oppressive response.

'… I can't do it. I need to talk to the author first...'

"Bite the soldiers."

"Commander! Do you take such fools for granted?" "

Mutan Har ran out to the group of Qiu who were threatening him and wanted to hit them, but he disobeyed Syric Sirka's orders and calmed down.

"We can't afford to miss out on a moment's anger. They are also heavily armed for our attack, so attacking them will only cause more damage. And what happens if they don't join us and deliver weapons to the U.S. military?"

"Khh……."

The commander's words echoed out a groaning that seemed to put up with Mutan's anger, and soon he nodded and accepted.

"Yes, sir. Take care of the soldiers!" And lead them to Command and Control! "

When Mutan Har opened his mouth to an officer, the officer responded powerfully.

"Yes!"

The officer gave instructions to the soldiers not to attack, giving them an answer in the most energetic voice, because they could be enemies or allies.

"Hmm, a nationalist is no fool."

"That's why you can't trust them completely. It's not the same race, so it's easy to betray."

Perisha advised him not to let Jinwoo out of his sight.

"Follow me."

The officer bitten by the soldiers opens his mouth to Jinwoo's group, and he makes a quick move toward the officer who turned his back to see if Jinwoo was feeling uncomfortable.

"Hey."

"?"

Taang!

"Shhhhh!?"

Sudden gunshots and screams.

Jinwoo suddenly pulled out his pistol and shot an officer in the knee.

Sirik Sirka and Hartan Mar, who were headed to the command control room decorated as the meeting hall, came out in surprise.

"What's the matter!?"

"I-I don't know! Suddenly, he shot...!"

"What the hell are you doing...!"

Hearing the situation from the soldier looking outside, Hartan Mar tries to make a furious gesture towards the group, but Chiu's voice comes first.

"What? Come with me!? You don't think I'm here to play hard to get with you? Don't get me wrong! We're not here to hold hands with you equally, we're here to show mercy! Don't you dare mistake me for an equal position without knowing the subject!"

Puck!

"Huff!"

Then, while the bullet pierced his knee and grabbed the officer's head in agony, he slammed his face into his knee with a normal level of strength, and slammed into the knee portion of a solid power suit, broke his nose bone and knocked out a few teeth.

"Keheh! Keheh!"

The officer who vomited a painful groaning on his knees and face screamed as if he could not endure the pain, rolling around on the ground and vomiting.

"When you ask someone who is a lot richer than you, you will politely say, 'Come here,' or, 'You can follow me.' How dare you!"

Puck!

"Cock!"

Then I kicked the officer's head around the ground like a soccer ball, and the officer who could not overcome the shock was stunned to death.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

How can you be so rude?) Terrorists who saw him assaulting their superiors, while relaxing behind the scenes, pointed a gun at them.

Jinwoo, who saw it, opened his mouth with a voice that he did not know whether to protest or intimidate them.

"Are you trying to preemptively attack the total number of organizations you've come to negotiate? This means they're hostile to us, not a meeting."

"Khhhh! You did the pre-emptive attack first!"

Mutan Har protested against Jinwoo as if it were absurd, but Jinwoo shrugged his shoulders, expressing his ignorance beyond the mask.

"Preemptive attack? Who, me? When?"

"Then what is our officer doing behind your back!"

"I command you! How dare you threaten me on my knees and my head!"

"This… profit……!"

Hartan Mar was furious enough to shed a vein of blood on his forehead as if he had pretended not to win. He was angry and tried to issue an attack order.

"Enough! Everybody, grab a gun!"

"Commander!"

You disobeyed the commander's orders, but Syric Sirka calmed the soldiers down with a firm mouth.

"I thought I told you all to draw your guns!"

"Khh...!"

Hartan Mar, as well as other terrorists, drew their guns with fury close to the oppressive Qiu party, and Jin smiled satisfactorily as he stepped back into the terrorist base.

"Hahahaha! Now I know how the Kurds survived an overwhelming disadvantage! With a commander that smart, at least he'll be able to keep things going! You have the look of a group of chieftains!"

Jinwoo smiles faintly at the voice of Syric Sirka, who drives terrorists away, and at first glance, he sees an old man who looks old, but is strong.

"Follow me this way."

"Perisha, follow me, and the rest of you, be on your guard."

"Old!"

While wearing a visor covering his face on the power suit, Iscilia answered to make him feel as energetic as in Round Knights, and led the rest of the women to surround the building that was used as a command center.

Jinwoo, accompanied by a reliable bag of her own Perisha, enters the largest room of a golden building due to the signs of battle.

A chair was placed at the end and end of a slightly larger rectangular table, and the opposite location was determined automatically when the Circa faced the wall in the opposite direction.

As they both sat down, Pericia, the head of teleporter Hartan Marwa Chiu, each took a floating position behind the person they were following.

Sirik Sirka cautiously opens his mouth with Haoch.

For some reason, it seemed like a second time would come if I had just said good-bye to him.

"I am Circa, Commander of the Kurdish Nation Independence Front. You can call me Sirik or Sirka.

Originally, the Middle Eastern country reads from right to left, so it would be correct to call it Sirka, but it seemed more familiar to Jinwoo, a Korean reading from left to right.

"I put away the total number of three Taiji dramas, as you know. Let's call you Syric, then."

The two men who briefly introduced themselves wanted to know the importance by looking into each other's eyes, and Syric opened his mouth first.

"You look Asian from all the way out there. Are you Japanese?"

Heave-ho!

"!!"

Immediately, as soon as Syric's words are finished, Jin Woo draws his pistol and points it at him.

"This……!"

Hartan Mar immediately attempts to evacuate to Teleport, but first, Syric raises his hand and calms him down.

"What are you doing? Aren't you here to talk to us?"

"I told you guys," huh? Are you Middle Eastern? 'Would you smile and say no? "

"Hmmm……."

Israel is like the nucleus of the Middle East.

Israel forced the Holy Land of all the Middle Eastern countries to become their own land by using the power of the Great Nation, and because they had enormous capital in the United States, even because of their capital, they could not touch the Holy Land of all the Middle Eastern countries because of the pressure of the United States to help them.

"That's exactly what you just asked me. I didn't pull the trigger because it was a meeting place."

"... I'm sorry. But I had no choice but to tell you the name of an East Asian country that I can think of immediately because I don't know where you belong."

Sirik took a step back and Jinwoo took back his pistol, even though he could not even imagine asking if he was Japanese.

"Apologize for not knowing, and I'll take it. My men are multinational, but I am Korean first."

"Korea?"

Syric recalled the name Korea, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't remember.

"It's one of three countries in East Asia. A small country halfway between China and Japan."

Martan Har taught Syric the country called South Korea if he remembered a Korean company that had come to Kurdistan City.

Kurdistan may think that most of the explanations and descriptions so far have been rural and refugee-like lifestyles, but there are several cities that have been properly built by leveling mountain ranges.

However, it was difficult to survive every day, and unlike China and Japan, Korea was an unfamiliar country for Syric that did not have much influence in the world.

"As much as I'm sorry. It's hard to survive a day, so other countries can see..."

"Ah, I understand that, so there's no need to apologize."

Jinwoo expected that, so generously (?), and Syric decided to clear his throat a few times and leave the search for watermelon.

"Let's get down to business then. We have two questions. I need to know why you are here as a Korean in East Asia and what you want from us."

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I seem to have lost my senses of writing these days, and I seem to be slowing down my writing speed, so I keep writing a lot.

Thanks to you, my life has started as a novel and ended as a novel after work these days.

You can still feel rewarded, so you pay for your personal time!

PS: Oh dear, please tell us if there are any strange or inaccurate descriptions of Kurdistan and Kurdistan. I'm doing a search in my own way, but it might be a lot different from what I actually know.